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When is the last time you cast down yourself?

  • Writer: Sarah Trent
    Sarah Trent
  • Nov 15, 2023
  • 2 min read

2 Corinthians 10:5

“Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ;”

Casting down-take down, destroy, pull down, to lower (with violence).

Imagination-thoughts, to suppose or assume.

We read this passage and normally think of attacks from the enemy, we think of evil things that need to be rebuked in the name of Jesus.

But what about when that evil thing is YOU?

What about when it’s you that is the high thing, that is exalting itself? What about when it’s you that needs casting down for all the imaginations you’re entertaining?

Where is the zeal in casting down our flesh, our imaginations, our pride?

When you exalt yourself over your husband, maybe you think you’re more spiritual. Maybe you think you work harder, maybe you think you budget better. The list could go on and on. When is the last time you rebuked that in you?

When you CAST IT DOWN, VIOLENTLY?

When you brought yourself back into the obedience of Christ, rather than allowing yourself to continue to exalt itself?

When you entertain imaginations, suppositions, assumptions, you damage relationships and fellowship. When is the last time you cast that down in yourself? When you rebuked the pride it takes to exalt yourself?

What if we just put our flesh into the obedience of Christ, and focused on Jesus? What if we started rebuking the evil in ourselves, the imaginations, the pride?

You’re not above a rebuke.

You’re not above casting down.

It’s hard to recognize the ugly things in ourselves. But that’s when we grow, that’s how we protect our homes, our marriages, our relationships and fellowship with others.

Time to look deep.

If there ever was a time to fight, it’s now.

 
 
 

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